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and the lady called for a bath. They spoke of the wedding guests and the marriage contract. Then he told her of this hut and the dirt and fleas and said he needed cleaning, and she sent a maid for something, andand I do not know! Suddenly they were screaming at each other. I do not know why, and the maids ran out of the room and drew me out with them. I" |
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"By God and all the blessed saints, it is the woman!" Owain exclaimed. |
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"It is because she is beautiful," Geoffrey sobbed. |
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"That is part of it," Owain agreed, "but he has played with those more beautiful, and they have never touched him. The difference is that he loves this oneand has loved her long, I think. Yes, yes, it must be so. He has been different, very quick to angerwhich was never true of him beforesince he had news of Sir Simon's death. I thought he was grieving for his friend and lord, but all the time it was the woman. I suppose he desired her and feared lest there be some dishonor in taking his old lord's wife." |
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Geoffrey sobbed again, and Owain grimaced and shook his head. |
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"You had better save your tears. There will be reason enough to weep in the days coming. A man in love is a devil to serve," Owain remarked from the lofty eminence of his two-year-greater experience of the world. |
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